Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 30

“You’re nothing but a ball and chain, so stop hanging around my cousin.”

It was my freshman year at college, and Hank and I were classmates. We weren’t in the same faculty, but we shared the newbie status. I’ve always been a softie, so I let his comment–slide without a fuss.

But Hank was relentless. “Phoebe, why so high and mighty every single day? You’re just a nobody but a little tramp kept by the Fitzgerald family. My cousin’s just keeping you warm at night, and do why you think you’re some kind of lady?”

The people around Hank snickered, “Sure, she’s a lady. But she’s ‘Lady Escort“.”

I felt my face flush with humiliation, the sting of tears threatening to show.

Hank, with his entourage, circled me and spewed insults.

Desperate to escape, I turned and saw Dexter standing nearby, his face stormy.

I looked at him and pleaded for help.

But it was the first time he looked at me with such cold indifference; his gaze was filled with disgust before he turned and walked away.

Because he did nothing, Hank grew bolder in his harassment.

Then, on a crisp autumn day during my twentieth year, at the birthday gala for Dexter’s mother, Hank found his moment and pinned me down in the shrubbery of the back garden.

and menacing, “Phoebe, so many men have

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can’t always let my cousin have all the fun. Let me in on the

off, but he

wanted to scream, but his hand clamped over my

and I’ll kill you.”

wasn’t afraid to die, but he was

the hots for my cousin. The Fitzgeralds took you in out of charity, and you bite the hand that feeds you, thinking you can trap him with some marriage contract.” Hank sneered. He continued as he watched me struggle, “I’ll tell you the truth, Dexter sent me to teach you a lesson, to remind you of your place. You’re nothing but a bitch bred by the

slowly stopped fighting. My eyes were filled with despair.

grip on my wrists and started eagerly tearing at my clothes.

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I grabbed a rock from the ground and

pain flashing in his eyes before

the garden for a long time. Until the autumn rain soaked me to the bone

had to escape the

to escape. I

the hands of the Fitzgeralds. I would be dying by Dexter’s

but no matter how hard I tried, it was never enough

that Dexter was with the campus belle, Melody. They were

who plotted against

the charge; he was labeling me promiscuous, claiming I