Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 494

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"Do you really think I wouldn't dare?" Naomi sneered, spinning around to pull out a vial of potent drugs from the medicine cabinet. Just a push of its contents into the bloodstream, and death was certain.

The assistant tried to intervene but was swiftly kicked aside by Naomi.

Her face twisted in malice, she approached me with a syringe in hand. "Doesn't matter if you're Foebe Larson or Phoebe Caldwell, you're both as good as dead! Phoebe deserves death... If it weren't for her, Ethan would still be alive..."

Suddenly, her expression cracked into a smile. "Better off dead... much better off."

He never loved her in life; in death, perhaps he'd find peace.

The realization hit me; Naomi's heart belonged to Ethan.

A love unreturned had driven her to madness.

"Ethan... he never loved you..." I taunted her with a cold chuckle.

"He didn't love the bride the Langley family forced on him; he loved me!" Naomi, losing all semblance of sanity, grabbed my throat, attempting to jab the syringe into my vein.

She was deluded, utterly convinced of Ethan's love for her.

Perhaps Ethan did love someone deeply, but it was certainly not the selfish creature before me.

"To think I share your genes... how repulsive..." Whether as Phoebe Caldwell or Foebe Larson, carrying her genetic legacy was utterly revolting.

"Repulsed, are you? Well... even if Ethan didn't love me, his son is still drawn to my genetic allure!" Naomi's laugh bordered on hysteria, a twisted form of vindication.

"His son, still a puppet to my genetic dance... How smart can Caleb be? Phoebe is his Achilles' heel! And now, I hold his fate in my hands." Naomi believed that controlling Phoebe No. 2 meant controlling Caleb.

Inhaling too much of the toxic gas, my body was completely drained of strength.

Naomi's syringe pierced my neck vein, slowly injecting its contents.

A wave of warmth surged through me.

I knew... my chances of survival were slim.

This was a drug meant for euthanizing animals...

"You... underestimate him." Gritting my teeth, I managed to grab Naomi's wrist with all my remaining strength, flipping her beneath me and snatching the syringe, plunging it deep into her neck. "Let's die together..."

Only with Naomi gone, would Colin be safe.

Blood uncontrollably trickled from the corners of my mouth.

My eyes were bloodshot, as if bleeding.