Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 264

“After the accident, Colin went off the deep end. He fought like hell in that hospital for ages. I heard the burns were a nightmare, and with the risk of infection, too. It’s a wonder how he hung on. Tough as nails, that guy…” Melody rolled her eyes with a hint of mockery.

“Surviving something like that, how could he not lose his marbles? During his darkest hours, you know what Phoebe was up to? After her car wreck, she was out cold for a while. When she came to, poor thing had wiped Colin clean from her memory. I’m not exactly clued in on what Phoebe went through, just that she was in her own bubble for the longest time after.”

Whenever Melody talked about Phoebe, you could tell she was green with envy.

“She turned into a recluse, wouldn’t chat with anyone. Looked all meek and scared, like she was a totally different person. Easy prey. It wasn’t until she got back on her feet, returned to school, and started living a normal life again that things changed. She hit the books hard, prepping for the SATS.”

Melody let out a bitter laugh, “Around that time, rumor has it Colin busted out of the hospital. Risking infection and everything, hobbling after Phoebe. But she had forgotten him. She’d scream at the sight of him, run away in a panic.”

Melody definitely spilled the beans on purpose. “I once saw Phoebe scream and run away from Colin right at the Fitzgeralds‘ front door. To think, two people who used to be in love, now complete strangers.

I watched Phoebe’s memory fade, watched her fall for someone else on purpose. Watched as Dexter stopped trusting her and tormented her. She deserved every bit of it. She ought to be dead.”

I stood up suddenly, my breathing ragged. With a dark look, I grabbed Melody by the collar and hissed, “Don’t rush it now, Melody. She ought to be dead… but you? You deserve it even more.”

Snatching the lighter from her hand, I confronted her without flinching. “That fire… you started it, didn’t you?” Fear flickered across Melody’s face. “That’s got nothing to do with me…”

“But… Dorian,” I said, my voice quivering as I tightened my grip on her collar. “Dorian confessed to Robin on his deathbed. He said he saw a girl in a white dress, a little hair clip in her hair, tossing a lighter into the flames amid the cheers of the crowd. How could you all be so damn heartless?”

That was someone’s life.

“Two lives!” I was yelling at Melody now, my eyes burning with rage.

“It wasn’t me!” Melody screamed in terror. “They made me do it. It wasn’t my choice. They were jealous; they pressured me. If I didn’t do it, they were gonna lock me up too.”

She seemed haunted by the nightmare of her past.

Indeed, the victim was also the perpetrator, and the perpetrator was the murderer.

They all deserved to die…

“Ever wanted to know what it feels like to be consumed by fire?” I asked with a twisted smile, gripping Melody’s hair tighter. “Do you want to find out what it feels like to be alive as the flames devour you?”

Melody was truly frightened now, her eyes wide with panic. “What are you gonna do, Foebe? I’m warning you, don’t you lose it. Cameras are everywhere, and the nanny’s here… Ah!” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

I dragged her by the hair to the kitchen, opened a cabinet, and grabbed a bottle of vodka, dousing her head

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My hand trembled as I flicked the lighter again and again.

Why is it that your wicked deeds get forgiven, but when we fight back, we’re the ones labeled as crazies, as emotional wrecks to be locked away, experimented on like animals?” I coldly brought the ignited lighter closer to Melody.

Just burn her; let her taste what it’s like to die in flames.

Phoebe, do it. Kill her.