Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 336

Chapter 336: CHAPTER 336 Chapter 336: CHAPTER 336 “Yes, a heavy rainstorm came through, Damien said, reaching his hand toward me.

“The flowers outside are in full bloom, and the air is especially fresh today.’ I took his hand and got out of bed, walking out to the balcony from the bedroom.

The villa was located on top of the mountains, offering fresh air and a perfect view of the entire mountain in sight.

“When did we move here?” My mind was still in a state of confusion.

I remembered moving in a while ago, yet I had a feeling that I was forgetting something.

Damien replied, “Just a few days ago.

Are you still not used to it?’ I shook my head.

For some reason, I liked it here very much.

“Mom, Dad, Stevie escaped!” The kids were shouting for us from the door.

I quickly walked out.

Ashton was anxiously telling me that Stevie had escaped.

I comforted him, ‘Don’t be anxious.

Stevie is very smart.

He’ll come back on his own.” Ashton stood in the hallway, looking at me with reddening eyes.

“What if Stevie never comes back?” There was an inexplicable pang in my heart.

I smiled as I reassured him, “He will.” Soon enough, we heard Stevie’s barks.

I chuckled and ruffled Ashton’s hair.

“Isn’t he back now?” For some reason, there were still tears in his eyes.

He turned and ran away without even looking at Damien.” This child’ “It’s normal for their personalities to be somewhat reserved.

They were adopted from the orphanage, after all.

Ashton is rather lively, but Xan doesn’t really say much,” Damien explained.

Inodded.

The voice inside my memory was telling me that both Ashton and Xan were adopted.

However, I kept feeling that there was a cloudy veil in my mind.

“Where’s Ms.

Ewing?” I subconsciously asked.

Damien was momentarily stunned.

He looked at me for a moment before replying, “Ms.

Ewing?

My mom passed away in a car accident a few days ago.

So, she decided to return to her hometown.” I covered my mouth, looking at him in shock.

‘Aunt Lisa…

passed away?” Damien nodded and hugged me.

“You’re a bit overwhelmed with sadness right now, but you’ll feel better soon.

“That’s so sudden…

She was just fine…” I mumbled.

What exactly was happening?

“I feel as if I had a long, long dream, Damien.

I seemed to have died once in my dream…

There was someone named Juliet by your side…’ Damien chuckled and replied, “Your dream is so vivid.

I think I do have an acquaintance named Juliet, but we haven’t really interacted much.” I stared at him dumbly.

Did that never happen at all?

He said, “Alright, my mom’s car accident must’ve reminded you of the one your parents got into back then, and that’s why you’re overwhelmed with sadness now.

It’s normal that your memories are jumbled up given that you still have some brain hemorrhage.

“I’ve got your favorite dishes ready.

Let’s go downstairs and eat.” Damien took my hand and brought me downstairs.

He was treating me well and seemed to love me a lot.

There was no Juliet or other complications coming between us.

We even adopted two children and a dog.

Even though this warm and happy scene suggested that I was living a happy life, why did I still feel an emptiness in my heart?

It felt like I was living in a dream created by someone else, and my dreamweaver did not include themselves in the story.

“Wait…” As we went downstairs, I caught a glimpse of my face in the reflection of the glass.

For some reason, my chest tightened suddenly.

I hurriedly turned and rushed into the bathroom.

I stared at my own reflection in the bathroom in shock.

That was right.

It was still me.

This was still my-Sophia Milford’s-face.

It was the same, blemishless face.

“Sophia.” Damien worriedly hugged me from behind.

‘Are you feeling scared again, Sophia?

You were abducted and trapped in a glass cabinet by a killer a year ago.

You were already on the brink of death when we found you.

“You’ve been in and out of unconscious since then, and you only regained consciousness fully a few days ago.

You’d sleep for an unusually long time.

And when you do wake up, you’d forget about what happened the day before.

You’d even confuse dreams with reality.’ Damien softly explained, “You’re struggling with some serious mental health issues, Sophia.

That’s why I brought you over to the villa in the mountains.” I looked at Damien, shocked.

My head hurt so much.

My reflection in the mirror did look unusually pale, as if I was just recovering from an illness.

Scenes flashed through my mind-killer, rainy night, getting abducted by the killer, glass cabinet.

“Yes.

I was abducted…’ “Sophia?” My head hurt so bad.

I subconsciously reached to touch my neck.

For some reason, I felt that there should be a scar there, but nothing was there on my smooth neck.

What exactly was going on with me?

“The funeral for the sir and madam is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, Mr.

Coleman.

Everything has been arranged,” the butler quietly said.

I stared at Damien in shock.

His eyes reddened as he replied, “My dad…

had cancer.

He passed away in the sanatorium a while ago.

My mom was overwhelmed with grief and was met with a car accident.” I continued to look at him, slow to process his words.

He lost both his parents in just a few days.

Even though Damien lost both his parents, why couldn’t I feel much sadness from him?

Wasn’t he upset?

In my memories, Aunt Lisa was incredibly fond of him, always showing him attention and care.

“Don’t be too upset,” I comforted softly, trying to hug him.

“This all will pass.

From now onward, this is our home,” Damien whispered.

I Nodded in reply.

While heading downstairs, Damien and I found Xan sitting on the couch watching TV.

The latest news was playing on the screen.

The headlines were glaring “Mastermind of Serial Murder Cases Revealed: The True Culprit Is a Woman” and ” Sofia Miller, Mastermind of Serial Murder Cases, Captured And Committed Suicide with Husband, Dexter Black.” I stood in place as I watched the news.

A photo of Sofia Miller was shown on TV.

My heartbeat started racing out of nowhere as I stared at the screen.

“Sofia Miller Dexter Black…” I mumbled, repeating the two names.

“You shouldn’t watch this kind of news, Xan.

Your mom will feel afraid.” Upon hearing the commotion, Damien hurried over and turned off the TV.

He frowned at Xan, warning her.

She remained silent as she continued playing with her Rubik’s cube.

Damien looked at me, concerned.

‘It’s alright now, Sophia.

The killer who abducted you back then-Sofia Miller-has now been caught.

Her adoptive parents were human traffickers who targeted beautiful young women.

You’re the luckiest one to have survived it.” I leaned against him, trembling in his arms.

“Dexter Black, that’s him.

I remember him…

I was abducted and trapped inside a house.

He was holding an axe…

I’ve seen him before.

He’s a killer.

It was undoubtedly him.

He was finally caught.

It turned out that he was only an accomplice, and the mastermind was actually a woman named Sofia Miller.

“It’s alright now, Sophia.

Everything is fine now.

It’ll all get better.

Now that you’ve regained consciousness, our days will only be filled with happiness from now on,” Damien comforted me repeatedly.

I finally calmed down.

Laying on his shoulders, I looked out the door.

Ashton and the wolfhound named Stevie were at the entrance.

They were both watching me with a complicated gaze.

For some reason, I could see the profound sadness in the eyes of a dog and a child.