Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

“Foebe Larson! We’re disowning you, now get that lunatic out of here!” Anthony blurted out, his voice trembling with fear.

“Fine.” I nodded, my heart heavy with resignation.

Outside, Coraline’s screams for help pierced the air. “Help me, Mom and Dad! Ahh!”

Curiosity tugged at me, wondering what havoc lay beyond the door.

As Colin stepped back, Anthony and Diane bolted for the exit, only to be met with a sight that froze them in their tracks.

The backyard had turned into a scene straight from hell- a pack of dogs had overpowered seven bodyguards, Coraline, and Oscar. Screams, growls, and the sickening sound of tearing flesh filled the air.

Diane nearly fainted at the sight, her legs giving way beneath her, and she collapsed to the ground.

Coraline was trying to fend off a dog that had latched onto her leg, her cries for help ignored by Oscar, who was solely focused on saving his own skin. He left her to the mercy of the dogs, which had now bitten her face. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

I gasped, feeling helpless and unsure how to intervene. The Langley family’s bodyguards were already attempting to stop the attack, but the dogs were relentless.

“Colin…” I whispered, fearing for their lives.

As Colin approached, his expression remained detached. He placed a peeled apple in my hand and gently covered my eyes, whispering soothingly, “Don’t look.”

Clutching my skirt, I stood tense, knowing this was Coraline’s comeuppance.

Meanwhile, several burly bodyguards had already fled, leaving Oscar cowering inside a car, too scared to attempt a rescue. Coraline was left alone, surrounded and bitten by the dogs.

Anthony and Diane were paralyzed with fear, crying out as they desperately called the police.

“These are just some strays from the neighborhood. Mr. Langley was kind enough to allow us to keep them in the backyard. Coraline barged in with her gang, and they upset the dogs. I already called the police ahead of time. I’m terribly sorry about this,” Eric explained, unfazed.

Before the police arrived, the dogs, sensing something, ceased their attack and fled the scene, leaving no trace behind.

The leader of the pack was the same adorable Great Dane I’d seen in Colin’s backyard. I had thought it was gentle, but it clearly had a side I hadn’t seen. Its ferocity could have rivaled a wolf’s.

“What happened here?” The police burst in, finding Coraline bloodied and screaming, on the

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brink of hysteria.

*This lady, along with some thugs, forced their way into our house. They meant no good, all armed. Our old man’s stray dogs got scared and bit them. Now the dogs have run off, and we did our best to stop

them,” Eric stepped forward to handle the situation. “Since the strays are under our care, we, the Langley family, will cover any expenses,”

The ambulance was called immediately.

Diane and Anthony rushed over, holding Coraline in their arms.

Coraline had passed out from the shock, her face mauled, presenting a pitiful sight.

Standing at the doorway, I watched the unconscious Coraline with mixed emotions.

In her journal, Foebe had once been locked in a dog kennel on the school grounds by Coraline and her cronies, Curled up inside, she screamed for help all night, but the school was deserted, and no one came to her rescue. It wasn’t until the groundskeeper came to feed the dogs the next morning that a somewhat delirious Foebe was freed.

When the incident reached the Larson family, Anthony and Diane defended Coraline, insisting she was incapable of such an act, and that Foebe must have accidentally locked herself in.

I wondered if this was Coraline’s retribution. She had trespassed and gotten bitten by dogs, a consequence of her own making.

Eric had made it clear the Langleys would compensate as required, but the pain and disfigurement were for Coraline to bear.

Karma indeed.