Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace



"Really?" I let out a nonchalant 'oh', leaning against the doorframe of the makeshift cabin. "You really think I'd buy that story?"

Naomi was visibly irritated by my skepticism and let out a scornful laugh. "Looks like you won't believe it until you see it with your own eyes..." With a slight smirk, she continued, "Forgot to mention, the Phoebe we sent over - both gically and biologically - she's top-notch. Prime for pregnancy. Combining gene editing with a gically modified organism to create the perfect offspring was part of our experiment plan..."

She paused, looking straight at me before adding, "Oh, and did I mention? This whole experiment was actually Phoebe's parents' idea... Initially, the organization was against the idea of gene-editing prodigies mingling with gically modified subjects. Afraid of the unforeseen consequences." After all, bringing two highly intelligent individuals together could spell trouble if they decided to rebel against the organization. Hence, the organization made sure to prevent such interactions.

"But Phoebe's parents couldn't bear to see them separated. They cunningly proposed the natural conception experiment, hoping to naturally conceive a child between the modified organism and the gene-editing prodigy, curious about the kind of child it would produce."

It was an attempt to see what kind of evolution could result from the mixing of perfectly modified genes.

"The moment this experiment was proposed, the leaders of the organization were intrigued and green-lit the project. However, as Phoebe grew, we discovered that her parents had hidden experimental data, concealing the fact that Phoebe had a physical deformity that prevented her from bearing healthy offspring..."

I took a deep breath, realizing my parents had always kept this from the organization, fearing they'd separate me and Colin...

Thus, our separation was inevitable. The organization must have found out eventually.

And so, at eighteen, after a car accident and memory loss, with both parents gone, I found myself growing up in the Fitzgerald family, falling in love with Dexter...

Every twist and turn of my life seemed orchestrated by the organization.

"Creating these experimental bodies wasn't without flaws. Phoebe's flaw was a lack of emotion; inherently unable to feel or empathize, she couldn't integrate into society or bear children."

In other words, Phoebe was incapable of reproducing. A highly intelligent but emotionally detached subject, unfortunately, nature has a way of preventing such dangerous genes from proliferating.

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"And you, Foebe... Your flaws are suspicion, hyperactivity, dramatic reactions to stimuli, and a knack for disguise and imitation. While you may not possess Phoebe's sheer intellect, you're no slouch, plus you have the physical capacity to bear children." Naomi's gaze was like someone appraising produce at a

farmer's market.

"As for the Phoebe sent to Caleb... In a way, she truly is Phoebe, a clone, identical twins with the same genes."

From any perspective, Phoebe No. 2 is more like Phoebe than me.

"Caleb wouldn't touch her..." My voice was low, fingers clenched in anger.

"When Phoebe shows signs of pregnancy, be sure to bring you the good news." Naomi's laughter filled the air as mercenaries cleaned up the aftermath, disposing of bodies and experimental subjects before she turned to leave Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"Naomi, the doctors threw out her food... Should we...?" her assistant whispered, probably knowing my worth and fearing I'd starve.

"Missing one meal won't kill her."

Naomi's voice was stern. She took a

few steps, then paused, a smile curling her lips. "Oh, and by the way, you've been adopted by the CEO of All-Stars Consortium. Your life and health are now in their hands. You'd better behave... Every move you make in this cabin is being monitored by your new guardian."

Naomi pointed towards a camera mounted above us.