Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 40

Chapter 40: CHAPTER 40 Chapter 40: CHAPTER 40 “Violette, do you believe in souls?” I anxiously looked at Violette, unsure if she would believe me.

“I’m Sophia…” Violette was in shock for a long time.

With a hand over her mouth, she didn’t say a word for a while.

Maybe my explanation was too forced and unbelievable.

“What do you want?” Violette frowned after a long time had passed.

She appeared somewhat angry.

“How do you know all that?

Why are you impersonating Sophia?

Do you think I’m a fool?” She looked at me with caution, as if wondering if I was a suspect or an accomplice.

It was indeed challenging for anyone to accept someone suddenly appearing and claiming to be their deceased friend.

“Relax, relax.” I quickly raised my hands, making a calming gesture.

Violette was stunned for a moment and grew more cautious.

She was probably wondering why I knew so much about Sophia’s secrets.

“Do you suspect me of being one of the murderers or an accomplice?

Do you think I did something to Sophia before her death, forced her to reveal the secrets between you, and then came to deceive you?” I voiced Violette’s doubts.

She remained silent, maintaining her caution.

“Feel free to ask me any questions,” I raised my hands as I explained.

“If you think so, secrets only you and Sophia know.

Sophia couldn’t have told other people all her secrets.

I am Sophia…” Violette’s eyes reddened.

Perhaps she was hoping that I was Sophia, but we were both atheists.

How could we believe that someone had reincarnated into another person?

Such a plot was typically found only in novels.

“I have Sophia’s bank cards with me.” Violette cautiously looked at me.

I said, “There are two cards.

One is my scholarship card, and the other is my salary card.” “The scholarship card has over 30 thousand, and the salary card has 10 thousand, which I earned for Damien and Juliet’s wedding gift.

There’s also a joint card for our donation to the orphanage.” I once wished Damien and Juliet a happy and lasting marriage.

Unfortunately, they only took my life.

My eyes flashed with a hint of resentment as I talked about Damien and Juliet.

Violette asked again, “Sophia had plastic surgery.

Which part did she modify?” I was annoyed by Violette’s question.

Women blessed with natural beauty often disliked receiving comments about having undergone plastic surgery.

“I was born beautiful.

Did I need plastic surgery?

I didn’t do anything.” “That’s the wrong answer.

I accompanied her for eyelash extensions.” Violette waved her hand.

I was left speechless by her words.

“Violette, are eyelash extensions considered plastic surgery?

I remember you brought me to that beauty salon where the extensions didn’t match the length of my natural lashes.” “As a result, my lashes fell into my eyes, causing me to get conjunctivitis.” Violette looked at me with some uncertainty.

“Where did you get your eyelash extensions done?” “I went to Beauty Magic on Sisilia Street.

The moment I walked in, the salesperson complimented my looks and praised my skin.” “She even suggested semi-permanent eyeliner and eyebrows, saying I wouldn’t need makeup in the future.” Violette tightened her grip on her cup of water as she continued to ask, “Did Sophia love Damien?” I held my breath for a moment and replied slowly, “Sophia no longer loved Damien.

If she still did, then all the pain she endured would be justified.” Violette averted her gaze, wiping away her tears.

“I’ll temporarily believe that you have some connection with Sophia.” “But I find it hard to believe that you’re Sophia herself.

So, just be straightforward with me.

What do you want?” “Juliet killed me…” Fearful that Violette wouldn’t accept it, I revised my words.

“Juliet killed Sophia.

She intentionally asked Sophia to go to Sunset Alley on the 15th.

She didn’t inform anyone else and deceived Sophia into going there.

In the end, Sophia was killed by the murderer.” Violette turned abruptly to look at me.

“Do you have evidence?” I shook my head.

“I don’t have evidence, but I… Sophia’s phone has a recording of a call with Juliet.

Hasn’t the police retrieved the data?” Violette frowned.

“Data recovery is complicated.

It’s not as simple as you might think.

It takes some time.” I nodded.

“Once the phone recording is recovered, Juliet won’t be able to escape.

She knows that.” “You know a lot.” Violette looked at me suspiciously.

“What exactly are you planning?” I said firmly, “I want to make Juliet and Damien pay for what they’ve done to me.” “Damien has always seen Juliet as a kind woman, right?

Let’s expose Juliet’s hypocritical mask and reveal her true colors to Damien.” “We?” Violette sneered.

“How can you be so sure I’ll help you?” “You will.

You know what Sophia went through in the Coleman family.

You also know that Juliet falsely accused her.” I added confidently, “For the sake of your good friend, you’ll help me.” “What should we do first?” Violette compromised as she harbored strong animosity toward Damien and Juliet.

I passed a note to Violette.

“Sophia didn’t push Juliet down the stairs, and Jack witnessed it.

They lied.

Jack clearly saw that Sophia wasn’t the one who pushed Juliet.” “Jack and Juliet are on the same boat.

Even if he saw it, he wouldn’t tell the truth.” Violette frowned.

“Jack is a coward.

Let’s stage a scenario to scare him, and he’ll tell everything.

Then, call Damien and Juliet over.” I wanted to create a show that would expose Juliet’s true colors to Damien.

I wanted to gradually ruin their so-called true love.

I wanted Juliet to never get what she wanted.

Juliet and Damien needed to face the consequences they deserved.

“I have to go…” A few people were searching for someone outside the window.

Clearly, they were the bodyguards of the Black family.

I couldn’t be away for too long.

The Black family might become suspicious.

Violette frowned as she asked, “How can I reach you?” “I’ll contact you.” I stood up, preparing to leave.

“I trust you because you were able to answer my questions, indicating Sophia’s genuine trust in you…” Violette’s voice was hoarse.

I nodded.

“Wait for my updates.” Leaving the café, I hailed a taxi and returned to the Black residence.

I brought along some baby products.

Ignatius’s expression soured as he stood in the yard.

“Where have you been?” “Grandpa, I was happy, so I went to the shopping mall near the hospital to buy things for my child.” “Although it’s still early, buying baby products in advance symbolizes good luck.

It’s my wish for the child to have a safe and smooth birth.” I smiled, trying to comfort the old man in front of me.

This old man didn’t seem like a kind person.

I felt uneasy just looking at him.

Ignatius sneered and didn’t say much.

“You’re now carrying the Black family’s child.

This child’s successful birth is the completion of your mission, understand?” I quickly nodded obediently.

“Grandpa, you’re right.” “Alright, go back to your room and rest.” I followed the nanny upstairs, but she led me to a different room.

“Aren’t we staying together anymore?” The nanny said disdainfully, “You’re pregnant.

It might not be safe for you to continue living with that lunatic.” They didn’t care much about Dexter.

“No matter what, he’s still the Black family’s scion and the father of my child.

Is it fair to criticize him like this?” “If Mr.

Black Senior finds out, he might think you’re jinxing the child in my belly.

What if my child turns out to be a lunatic too…” I lowered my voice to threaten the nanny.

The nanny’s face changed slightly as she quickly lowered her head.

“Mrs.

Black, you’re right.” Passing by Dexter’s room, I suddenly stopped when I heard sounds of violence and suppression coming from the room.

I turned to the nanny.

“What are they doing?” “That mad… Mr.

Dexter tried to escape today, but he got caught.

Mr.

Andy is giving him a lesson.” The nanny glanced around cautiously.

“Let’s go, Mrs.

Black.

We don’t need to intervene.” I felt worried as I recalled the injuries on Damien’s body.

I abruptly stopped after taking a few steps.

I turned to walk toward the room and forcefully pushed open the door.