Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

Chapter 314: Throw Them Away

Grace didn't sleep well. Her forehead got sweaty.

It was a really long dream.

She dreamed about the old days when her grandfather was still alive. She dreamed about her chasing Caden. She dreamed about her best time when she was eighteen. Suddenly, she dreamed about her miserable prison life.

She dreamed about Leona's death. She dreamed about the day when she regained freedom, her bitter life after that and that man she could not escape from.

She also dreamed about her parents. But she couldn't see them clearly.

"Grace, Caden want to be with you forever! Caden want you to be happy forever!"

Suddenly she heard an innocent voice.

She opened her eyes at once and looked at the snow-white ceiling. After a long while, she finally came to her senses and realized that it was just a dream.

She sat up from the sofa. The door of the balcony wasn't closed. The cold wind blew in. She trembled with cold sweats.

She raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead. Then she sat motionless like a statue.

That dream was so real, like a movie about her whole life.

It showed the ups and downs in her life.

It showed how she became frail and weak.

dream, she

she was very young and her grandfather was alive, she was still innocent. She knew that her grandfather was very strict with her, but he cared about her more than her parents did. She went to the same elementary school as her

had always

her brother to school. But

time. She was bullied soon after she entered that school. Those bad kids

asked her not to threaten others with her family background. She should deal with those who

that time, she wasn't strong. The

Those seniors were not stupid. They hit her on her

her brother stopped her and dragged her into his bedroom. Suddenly, her school uniform was pulled down and

medicine on her contusions. At that time, she lost her temper. She didn't want others to know she was bullied, so she sneered at her brother

she say

have the ability to deal with them myself. Don't tell

you lost. I fight a lot, too. That's why I hide a medical box under the bed." Then he

jealous of her brother. Looking at

that, she always fought back and got injured. Every day, her brother would

she finally won, those seniors called over some gangsters who

was blocked in the back of the school building. She thought she would be beaten up. But her brother showed up suddenly. It was the first time that she had seen her

a daze. Memories flooded to

shouted loudly, "Only I can bully my sister.

time her brother

sat on the

recalled the old days. Sometimes she smiled; sometimes she pursed her lips. She seemed to have been lost in

her wits together. And her eyes became cold and

the phone. It was